>Be Judee
>Get pulled away from your latest puppet redesign by your compy friend with a familiar mania in her eyes
>Be told by Schizo that her extradimensional connection to another reality is finally working
>Her what? Oh right, she rigged the school desktop to use her phone's wifi.
>"That's nice," you say and smile.
>"It's real!" She defends at the first detection of skepticism. "Look!"
>You don't. You're trying to decide between green buttons or brown ones for eyes.
>Or maybe purple? Purple's cute.
>Get pulled away again, this time onto a swivel chair. Schizo flattens her face against yours, snout-to-snout and brow-to-brow, staring into your very soul.
>"Judee, I'm serious! Look!"
>Get rushed over to the desktop immediately. She pulls up some website. Has a funny four-leaf clover on the top. What a lovely banner.
>"There! See!" She points at a row of messages. "SEE! They do exist! Omnipotent eyes from an alternate reality!"
>You don't understand what she's making a big deal about but you look anyway. Some of the images are... off-putting, but it's nothing weird ye-
>Wait. Oh gosh, that's...
>"ME!" Schizo almost yells in your ear. "Me but not me! Lanky, weird horns, looks all sickly, but boy! Boy me!"
>Schizo was right. What you were looking at was a boy version of herself. Who would draw this?
>"And he's GAY." Her eyes narrow.
>"Wendy, do you have a stalker?" You can't hide the concern in your voice. Schizo waves a dismissive puppet and rolls her eyes.
>"No. Just some creeps with too much time and twice as much brainrot. But you're forgetting it's from another reality!"
>"Wendy please don't joke about this. This is serious and this person's art... I think we should call the poli-"